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628 THREE PROPER AND WITTIE<br />

or chiefely on those studies and practizes, that<br />

carrie as they saye, meate m their mouth, haumg<br />

euermore their eye vppon the Title De<br />

pane lucrando, and their hand vpon their half<br />

penny For, I pray now, what faith M Cuddie,<br />

alias you know who, in the tenth Æglogue <strong>of</strong><br />

the foresaid famous new Calender ?<br />

Pters, I haue piped erst so long with payne,<br />

That all myne Oien reedes been rent, and wore,<br />

And my poore Muse hath spent htr spared store,<br />

Yet little good hath got, and much lesse gayne<br />

Such pleasaunce makes the Grashopper so poore,<br />

And hgge so layde, when winter doth her strayne<br />

<strong>The</strong> Dapper Ditties, that I woont deuize,<br />

T<strong>of</strong>eede youthes fancie, and the flocking fry,<br />

Dehghten much what 1 the beltjor thy ?<br />

<strong>The</strong>y han the pleasure, 1 a sclender prize<br />

1 beate the bushe, the birdes to them doe flye,<br />

What good there<strong>of</strong> to Cuddy can arise ?<br />

But Master Collin Chute is not euery body,<br />

and albeit his olde Companions, Master Cuddy,<br />

and Master Hobbinoll be as little beholding to<br />

their Mtstresse Poetne, as euer you wilt yet<br />

he peraduenture, by the meanes <strong>of</strong> hir special<br />

fauour, and some personall priuiledge, may<br />

happely hue by dying Pelluanes, and purchase<br />

great landes, and Lordshippes, with the money,<br />

which his Calendar and Dreames haue, and will<br />

aflourde him Extra wcum, I like your Dreames<br />

passingly well and the rather, bicause they<br />

fauour <strong>of</strong> that singular extraordinary veme<br />

and inuention, whiche I euer fancied moste,<br />

and in a manner admired onelye m Lucian,<br />

Petrarche, Arettne, Pasqutll, and all the most<br />

delicate, and fine conceited Grecians and<br />

Italians (for the Romanes to speake <strong>of</strong>, are<br />

but verye Ciphars in this kinde ) whose chiefest<br />

endeuour, and drifte was, to haue nothing<br />

vulgare, but in some respecte or other, and<br />

especially in liuely Hyperbohcall Amphfica<br />

tions, rare, quemt, and odde in euery pointe,<br />

and as a man woulde saye, a degree or two at<br />

the leaste, aboue the reache, and compasse <strong>of</strong><br />

a common Schollers capacitie In whiche re<br />

specte notwithstanding, as well for the singu<br />

lantie <strong>of</strong> the manner, as the Diuimtie <strong>of</strong> the<br />

matter, I hearde once a Diuine, preferre Saint<br />

Johns Reuelahon before al the veriest Mœta<br />

physicall Visions,and lollyest conceited Dreames<br />

or Extasies, that euer were deuised by one or<br />

other, howe admirable, or superexcellent soeuer<br />

they seemed otherwise to the worlde And<br />

truely I am so confirmed m this opinion, that<br />

when I bethmke me <strong>of</strong> the verie notablest, and<br />

I Vision, that euer I read, or hearde, me seemeth<br />

the proportion is so vnequall, that there hardly<br />

appeareth anye semblaunce <strong>of</strong> Comparison<br />

no more in a manner (specially for Poets) than<br />

doth betweene the incomprehensible Wise<br />

dome <strong>of</strong> God, and the sensible Wit <strong>of</strong> Man<br />

But what needeth this digression betweene you<br />

and me ? I dare saye you wyll holde your<br />

selfe reasonably wel satisfied, if youre Dreames<br />

be but as well esteemed <strong>of</strong> in Englande, as<br />

Petrarches Visions be in Italy whiche I assure<br />

you, is the very worst I wish you But, see,<br />

how I haue the Arte Manor aue at commaunde<br />

ment In good faith I had once againe nigh<br />

forgotten your Faerie Queene howbeit by<br />

good chaunce, I haue nowe sent hir home at the<br />

laste, neither in better nor worse case, than<br />

I founde hir And must you <strong>of</strong> necessitie haue<br />

my Iudgement <strong>of</strong> hir in deede ? To be plame,<br />

I am voyde <strong>of</strong> al iudgement, if your Nine<br />

Comœtes, whervnto in imitation <strong>of</strong> Herodotus,<br />

you giue the names <strong>of</strong> the Nine Muses, (and<br />

in one mans fansie not vnworthily) come not<br />

neerer Artostoes Comcedtes, eyther for the<br />

finenesse <strong>of</strong> plausible Elocution, or the rare<br />

nesse <strong>of</strong> <strong>Poetical</strong> Inuention, than that Eluish<br />

Queene doth to his Orlando Furioso, which not<br />

withstanding, you wil needes seeme to emulate,<br />

and hope to ouergo, as you flatly pr<strong>of</strong>essed<br />

your self in one <strong>of</strong> your last Letters Besides<br />

that you know, it hath bene the vsual practise<br />

<strong>of</strong> the most exquisite and odde wittes in all<br />

nations, and specially in Italic, rather to shewe,<br />

and aduaunce themselues that way, than any<br />

other as namely, those three notorious<br />

dyscoursing heads, Btbiena, Machauel, and<br />

Arettne did, (to let Bembo and Anosto passe)<br />

with the great admiration, and wonderment <strong>of</strong><br />

the whole countrey being in deede reputed<br />

matchable in all points, both for conceyt oi<br />

Witte, and eloquent decyphering <strong>of</strong> matters,<br />

either with Aristophanes and Menander in<br />

Greek, or with Plautus and Terence in Latin,<br />

or with any other, in any other tong But I<br />

wil not stand greatly with you in your owne<br />

matters If so be the Faerye Queene be fairer<br />

m your eie than the Nine Muses, and Hob<br />

goblin runne away with the Garland from<br />

Apollo Marke what I saye, and yet I will not<br />

say that I thought, but there an End for this<br />

once, and fare you well, till God or some good<br />

Aungell putte you in a better minde<br />

And yet, bicause you charge me somewhat<br />

suspitiouslye with an olde promise, to dehuer<br />

you <strong>of</strong> that lealousie, I am so farre from hyding<br />

moste wonderful Propheticall, or <strong>Poetical</strong> I mine owne matters from you, that loe, I muste

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